Dear Diary,

So the other night I went to a party with Classic. All I can remember is drinking a lot of ketchup and flirting a lot with Classic. I thought we hooked up, until he told me what really happened. Apparently what happened was Classic was talking to someone else while I was flirting with him and then I got sad and cried in the corner for about 45 minutes. And after that according to him I jumped up on the table and started singing the chorus of die young. You know that song, right? It goes, I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drum, oh what a shame that you came here with someone. Apparently after that I passed out.

(Seriously, I have no idea when this could have happened. Though that is a really good song. KARMA OUT!)